Office Hours, Monday

[mouthy_merc]

So, Deadpool had some chicken. And access to the internet.

Someone should not allow him to combine the two after finding this website. Because now all he was doing was dancing to the horrible, horrible commercial. Hey, it was a step up from Dora the Explorer, okay?

Just be glad for that.

[[...idek. OPEN]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"He's doin' the robot," Wade assured her, helping with the climb. "With laser eyes."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not the dancing type," Nate said, shooting him a look. "Except the lethal kind."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade covered her ears. "Language, Nate. Language. We do not say dancin' type."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"You've been saying a lot worse around her."

Jan squirmed.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...Look, she needs to know plenty of cursewords if she's gonna be a possible messiah," Wade insisted. "And possibly learn to make some up."

Like Wade did!

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Then you can hardly criticize my vocabulary," Nate said, dryly. On Wade's lap, Jan finally gave in and tucked herself neatly up against Wade's chest. "If you want dancing, you'll have to do it yourself..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"And that is why I'm the awesome person who helps raise her," Wade pointed out.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Dad's cooler," Jan said, shooting Nate an adorable miniature glare.

"Sure," Nate said. Dryly.